I hope everyone’s doing okay, and I hope all of you lovely lot reading this have (will have) peaceful Sunday’s! It’s been a long week for me, with new challenges, new people and more moments of ‘acceptance.’ (Aka: I’ve had moments where I’ve noticed how hard I’ve been on myself, and moments where I’ve realised that it’s okay for me to feel whatever emotion I want to feel.)

No more of this people pleasing rubbish, we should all look after ourselves, we shouldn’t be so hard on ourselves because we need to meet unreachable expectations that we’ve created because of past experiences, or because of the lovely (not so lovely)  way our minds trick us into thinking we’re not good enough. I have to keep reminding myself that it’s okay to take things slow, it’s okay to get upset, to feel overwhelmed and it’s okay to do things at your own pace. This past week has felt a lot like starting again, it feels like the first time I’ve accepted that ‘recovery’ is actually a thing – recovery is all about trying to recover from whatever hurt you, whatever challenged you or whatever tried to shatter your view and experience of this big old planet.

The beauty of this world/life/planet is that you can ‘start again’ whenever you want, you can keep trying, you can try new things and you can continuously learn and grow. It may feel like things are going too slow, but that’s okay, things may be going slow simply because your mind or your body needs to recover. Thinking you’re ready to do the thing and actually being ready to do the thing is a painful, challenging, overwhelming and gratifying experience – whether the thing is speaking to a loved one about something, revisiting a painful place, learning how to accept yourself, letting down your guard around others or whatever… the thing is possible, you just have to allow yourself time to heal and grow.

Be gentle with yourself.